Spent the day yesterday with my best friend Will, who is as crazy as a box of rocks. It helps. We hung out in his back yard, then headed over to the 'fish in Venice for some afternoon Cape Cod and ogling time.
Will is a treasure. We dated for about fifteen minutes and realized quickly that we had other roles to fulfill for each other. I'm his bulldog bouncer, tossing unworthy roommates head first into the gutter and chasing off unsuitable suitors. He's my amateur therapist, pulling me out of the trash can where Garth had left me to die.
It's been said that friends help you move, and real friends help you move bodies. We are those friends, We're Mame and Vera, Lucy and Viv. Batman and Robin. Spider Man and...never mind, he was a loner.
Internet sensation Ingrid Michaelson wrote this song about a relationship, but to me its about friendship. Boyfriends come and go, but your best friend accepts you the way you are.
For best friends. Where would we be without them?